Welcome to the world of a graduating student

I do not really have the time to go out or do something of great value to art so I am sorry if this blog entry is a little rubbish. Please bear with me since I am doing my thesis and case presentation for my practicum.

I would like to comment on the recent reading we had which tackled nudity as an art. I strongly disagree with what the author is trying to imply or even suggest that women are of lesser value than men. The reading seems so sexist that it favors men in general. I may sound exaggerating but I would just like to express my opinion on such matters because it bothers me knowing that people think that way. You may also think I am bias with my point of view because I am a woman but, with all respect to men, I think we ought to be rational with regards to expressing our views. I may also be wrong given the fact that the reading discussed matters concerned with nudity during the earlier times which, in fact, is still very evident today. Men treat women as if of second sex to them. They do not get to realize their worth unless women have fully satisfied them with their desires. It is sad that men tend to think and behave this way especially to women who cannot express themselves in society. I just feel grateful that I am a woman of power, someone who can prove her worth despite all odds. I do not mean to brag but I hope there are a lot of women out there who are like me so that no men would dare think she is inferior to him.

Yuchengco Museum

It was my first time to visit the university museum and I was glad that I had the chance to, which would never happen had Ms. Castro did not require us to do so. We were tasked to choose one painting that strucked us the most. I chose William Yu's "Mother and Child."

Enough about the piece since I have already discussed in the paper why I picked it. I do not have anything so interesting to blog at the moment, except for this one question that bewildered me ever since my boyfriend and I visited this shop in Mall of Asia. It was a store selling antiques and paintings. He was looking for a painting that will suit their dining area. I left him for awhile and looked around the store. I would consider the paintings all of good quality but not so much of the eye-catching ones. The pieces all seem typical, nothing so special about them. What caught my attention was the fact that the prices were ranging from 50k to 300k! I do not understand why they were so expensive at all. The artists were not so famous nor familiar, or maybe since it was not my field of interest that I do not know these people. The paintings were very simple. I think my sister can produce the same thing! But then again who am I to judge these pieces, I do not have much knowledge on the field. I was just really wondering why they have to sell those pieces so expensive.

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I was looking for a book in the library to be used in a report in my HISTCIV class. I stumbled over this book entitled “An Introduction to Music and Art in the Western World.” Since the sessions covered within the week tackled visual arts, paintings in particular, I will take this opportunity to blog about what I have felt upon reading it.

I browsed the pages of the book and finally stopped in the section containing the different works of art by famous artists. I am not an avid fan of such works and I do not fully appreciate such pieces. I might sound bitter and I would not deny this fact partly because I consider myself as a frustrated artist. I love to draw and sketch my ideas using whatever materials I could grab, from my own pencil case to my mother’s garden. But then again, I think I am a failure in this field. I guess the only person who admired my work was my little sister, given that I will do her a favor afterwards. The thing that frustrates me most was the fact that all of my siblings have the talent to produce a great piece. I was always left in bewilderment, thinking of a reasonable explanation why I did not inherit such talent from my parents since they also excelled in the field during their younger days. On the other hand, I cannot do anything much about it so instead of dwelling into my frustrations, I have come to love my own masterpieces—my stick-figure people, my self-imposed butterflies, my own clothes line, all portraying myself as an individual. I no longer care if people would laugh at it as long as I appreciate my own works of art. I do not really need other peoples’ assurance that I did well because I did not intend to please anyone else but myself in the first place.

*mush corner*
I agree when Ms. Jewel said that life, indeed, is full of questions. People tend to question every single bit of reality although most of it cannot be explain in any way. We look for assurances in this world, that our very own existence is for real and not just some fantasy that we wished for. We rationalize everything, and once we found it we just realize it’s not what we are really looking for, hence, set out a new journey to search for another one again. We just never get contented with what we have. But this is where the essence of learning becomes truly realistic.